As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.

Foreskin? That’s a rather domineering name. It makes me feel like cutting it twice!

Alexander muttered under his breath, finding the name familiar. He looked closer and immediately remembered.

Wasn’t this the burly man who chased the defector to the Happy Clinic instance and eventually took Jerry away?

Wonder how Jerry is doing? If his taste can satisfy everyone.

By now, he’s probably fully digested and turned into feces, right?

"Where’s Jimmy Conway? Take me to him!" Since he’s run into a familiar face, there’s naturally no need to take out the baseball bat.

"Jimmy Conway is over at the Black Iron Coffin, absorbing ghost qi. I’ll take you there right away!" Foreskin dared not delay and quickly replied.

The little brothers around him didn’t dare to stop him. Their eyes were filled with ardent admiration. It was already very good that they didn’t rush up to ask for autographs.

"By the way!"

Suddenly, Alexander seemed to think of something. He stopped, reached out and took out two rolls of something, and handed them to Foreskin, saying,

"Put this in the Ghost Association!"

Foreskin gently shook the two rolls in his hand, and they instantly unfolded. It was a black notebook.

"The Diary of the Dead!"

Foreskin immediately exclaimed, and the members of the Ghost Gang around him also started to breathe heavily.

This was a great treasure!

Before, Alexander had given a Black Iron Coffin to the Ghost Association. The rapid development of the Ghost Association was largely attributed to the Black Iron Coffin.

Now, Alexander had taken out another secret treasure, which was also useful to the entire faction.

Foreskin quickly placed the Diary of the Dead at the entrance of the Ghost Association. Immediately, gusts of cold wind rose from nowhere.

For the living, this environment was like an intensified version of a haunted house in a desolate suburb.

But for the evil spirits, it was incredibly comfortable.

All the evil spirits in the Ghost Society felt a faint coolness washing over their bodies, making them feel a bit more clear-headed.

"Refreshing!" Feeling the changes in his ghost body, even though his realm hadn’t improved, the feeling on a mental level made Foreskin extremely comfortable.

"Look at your ambition. It’s just a secret treasure! We have plenty of them! Hurry up and lead the way!"

Alexander kicked Foreskin in annoyance.

Obviously, he had forgotten his excited expression when he first obtained these treasures, which was no better than these people.

"There... there are plenty?" Foreskin paused slightly.

If someone else had said this, he would have slapped them. Were they trying to fool him?

But the person who said this was Alexander, and Foreskin actually felt... it was a bit credible!

It had only been a few days, and he had taken out the second secret treasure. How could it not be credible?

Not daring to delay, Foreskin quickly led the way.

Like most horror worlds, this abandoned residential area was desolate and despondent.

Even more so!

After all, countless ghost heads were moving in the residential area, and everywhere were gruesome and terrifying evil spirits.

In reality, this was hell on earth!

"Tommy DeVito!"

"Hello, Tommy DeVito!"

... 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

One after another, grotesque and appalling evil spirits, all in uniform black suits and black sunglasses, bowed and saluted Alexander as he passed.

It felt as if he had arrived inside a mafia.

"Tommy DeVito! You’re finally here!" At the rooftop, Tony was standing on the edge of the roof, looking worried.

Seeing Alexander, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He quickly approached, gave Alexander a big hug, and said excitedly:

"You’ve seen it, right? This is the Ghost Association your brother has established for you! Soon, the entire Ghost Street will belong to us brothers!"

Warm currents surged in Alexander’s heart.

As expected of Jimmy Conway, he was a true brother, honorable! From the beginning, Tony had been considering for Alexander, working hard for their initial agreement.

On the contrary, besides giving a Black Iron Coffin, Alexander hadn’t provided much supplies.

He felt a bit ashamed!

If the other party was Edward, or Cassadin, or even the other ghosts, it would be alright.

But Tony and Louis, they were different in his heart!

For once, Alexander felt a sense of guilt in his heart. He was quite emotional and said:

"Tony, I promised to help you, but I haven’t done much, I am here today to bring supplies to you!"

"Haha... You! I thought it was something serious!"

Tony punched Alexander in the chest, with a vexed expression:

"Do you think I am someone who lacks stuff? What’s the distinction between us brothers? This Ghost Street, is what I intend to conquer for you! Supplies? We, the Ghost Society, don’t lack those few thousands or tens of thousands of ghost coins. Your current strength is weak, keep everything for your own enhancement.

When you are strong, you can help me! Now it’s my time to fight for you. You should keep your supplies... Holy shit! A treasure!"

Tony’s expression froze, and he stared wide-eyed at the object in Alexander’s hand.

The treasure - The Tri-color Wreath.

"It’s just a treasure, Tommy DeVito has plenty, he just took out a Dead Man’s Diary!"

Foreskin finally seized the opportunity, mimicking Alexander and said proudly, as if he was the one who took out the treasure.

"Get lost!" Tony kicked him away in annoyance, completely forgetting about his previous statement telling Alexander to keep everything for his own strength enhancement. He was now circling around the Wreath in excitement.

Boom!

At that moment, a loud noise erupted from behind.

Tony quickly turned around to see a gravestone half a man’s height appear next to the Black Iron Coffin.

"Another treasure for the Ghosts?" Tony was dumbfounded, his face filled with shock.

That wasn’t all, Alexander waved his hand again.

A pile of silver ingots appeared on the ground, making the high-ranking ghosts of the Ghost Associations stare in awe, their drool instantly covering the ground.

Alexander stepped forward, patting Tony’s shoulder under his shocked gaze:

"You should keep your stuff to enhance your own strength, after all, you are now the boss of the Ghost Association! As for supplies, it’s up to me."

With that said, he started waving his palm continuously.

Ghost coins, ghostly axes, hammers, scalpels...

The ghost items he collected from the Happy Clinic, the rewards from continuously improving relationships, and a huge amount of materials, were all taken out by Alexander.

Jimmy Conway, Foreskin, and the Redhead Ghost and Purplehead Ghost who just came up, all the senior members of the Ghost Association present on the roof, were all stunned.

Is this the wealth of a selected ghost-level entity? Even a ghost king can’t bring out so much!

The Ghost Association may be a mafia, but is Alexander doing the work of a robber?